Amanda, My First Sex Slave

by Steven Seven

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mind Control, Slavery, Heterosexual, DomSub, MaleDom, White Male, White Female, Anal Sex, Analingus, Oral Sex, Scatology, Big Breasts, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Amanda is a beautiful 20-year-old buxom blonde with bright blue eyes and a peaches and cream complexion. In the timeline of the Master's personal story, the tale of Amanda's sexual enslavement occurs at the moment when the Master gains his full powers. This is before he enslaves his gorgeous twin blonde nieces Kerry and Derry as described in "Taking My Nieces." For more about the Master's domain, see my serial "Welcome to My World" and the many short stories set in the MASTER'S WORLD Universe.


In the beginning, when the Master first acquired his powers to read minds and control women, he was still living on Earth. He was also in control of their biology and health, and of his own. There was no danger of sexually transmitted diseases, and no danger of diseases due to contact with feces or urine. Everything was safe. The Master had not yet obtained the hidden trans-dimensional planet that he would customize into his personal paradise. This story is from those early days on Earth, when he was just beginning to exercise his capabilities. He was only in the early stages of stretching out his reach to take any woman or girl he wanted. The present story precedes the story “Taking My Nieces” in which Amanda plays a supporting role. For more about the Master’s domain, see my serial “Welcome to My World” and the many short stories set in the MASTER’S WORLD Universe.

I was a photographer. I traveled the world, taking photographs on assignment or freelancing. I later branched out into video. Traveling the world on assignment to photograph science labs gave me the chance to see new developments that I could leverage to my own benefit, either by using the science myself, or by investing in new companies. It helped, of course, that I had already developed a rudimentary ability to read minds. I got a lot of stock “tips” by merely being in the same building as a high-tech executive who had insider knowledge that he was legally prevented from sharing. He shared it with me without even being aware he was doing so.

In the early days, I could read a woman’s mind but hardly control her at all. Gradually, I learned how to insert mental hooks into a woman’s mind and build ladders for her emotions, so that I could make her think what I wanted her to think and feel what I wanted her to feel. This “hooks and ladders” approach evolved over the years. At first I could maintain control only with great effort of attention. Even then, the control only lasted for a few hours or days. Over time, control became easier to maintain, and I could do it for weeks or months. Eventually, the great breakthrough came, when I achieved complete, irreversible mind control. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I should tell you more about my background first.

Most of my photography work was “legit” in that I attached my real name to it. But some of the photography and nearly all of my video work was in the erotica industry. What you probably call pornography. I have a vast personal collection of photos and video footage from years of work in porn. My favorites are the “out-takes” that the public never sees: the images and video footage where women who have been pushed beyond their limits break down in tears, or gag, or lose bladder control. Some of the women got hysterical from the abuse they suffered. I found that hysterical in a completely different sense of the word.

Working behind the camera in the porn industry made me invisible. I was unseen. But not un-felt. Women would respond to my subtle mind probing, without realizing what was happening. After a scene, a girl might feel exhausted, abused, ashamed. I would say a few words of encouragement to her. At the same time, I would probe her mind, looking at what’s there and hooking into her vulnerabilities and needs. Pretty soon she would consider me a friend and trusted confidant. Not long after she would be in my bed, doing all the extreme sex acts she had been paid to do on camera, only with me it was for free. She would even let me take my own personal pictures of her, and film our sex. Just for me.

That’s how I met Amanda. She was a high-priced call girl with long blonde hair, blue eyes, a beautiful face, and a spectacular body. (As I later learned, her measurements were 44-inch E-cup breasts, 26-inch waist, and 38-inch bottom, with one of the most perfectly shaped asses I have ever seen.) Amanda was totally beyond what a guy in my income bracket could afford. A billionaire who had used my video services before contacted me about filming his action with Amanda, but without her knowing it. I told him I could do it, but it would be expensive setting everything up for high-quality video filming with hidden equipment. I calculated the cost, including my hourly rate, then tripled it, and quoted that figure. He didn’t blink. He wrote a check and it cleared the bank before I lifted a finger to do any real work for him on this project.

The first time I saw Amanda, I was bowled over by her beauty. She was a 20-year-old, buxom blonde with the most lustrous golden hair, bright blue eyes, and winning smile. Her skin was like peaches and cream. Some guys who prefer skinny women might have thought her a bit on the heavy side. To me, her marvelous curves, huge bust-line, and ample ass were a playground of infinite delights.

I sat in another room with all the control equipment while Amanda and her billionaire client spent several hours having some pretty amazing sex. The guy had more stamina than I expected for a man of his age.

I enjoyed watching the two of them fucking and doing some really crazy shit. But that wasn’t the best part. The best part was that I was mentally connecting with Amanda the whole time. I used mind probes to enter her and sinking connecting links between my will and hers. I could tell that she began to notice something going on. She kept looking over her shoulder, as if someone had entered the room. But no one had. I had entered her head. The longer I worked my way inside her mind-space, the more of her I could control.

Eventually, Amanda and the billionaire fell asleep. That’s when I really went to work on her. I used every bit of power I could muster at the time to delve into Amanda’s psychological and emotional space. She couldn’t see me. But in her dreams, she continually experienced being overwhelmed by clouds, rain, rivers, and finally a tidal wave that was irresistible. She was swept away helplessly, at first in fear, but then in delight. She discovered that the water did not kill her, but rather filled her to the brim with love and the most amazing sexual delights. Amanda enjoyed my dream intrusions upon her much more than she had liked anything the billionaire had done.

During my mental incursion into Amanda, I learned everything I needed to know about her. I knew her last name, her phone number, her address, and every bit of personal information about her family, her relationships, and her troubled past. By the time I packed up my equipment and left the billionaire’s home by the servants’ entrance, I had everything I needed to know to make my move on Amanda.

Coincidentally, at this time in my life I had also achieved the seminal breakthrough in my powers. Finally, after years of effort and at long last, it had all come together. I had been working towards this for my whole life. My years of effort, combined with some very special help I received from powerful forces, had honed my ability to read and control the minds of others. It had developed bit by bit; a little here and a little there. And then with greater and greater intensity, and for longer and longer times, until the final breakthrough came: I attainted to power to exercise complete, irreversible mind control.

Not just a little bit, you see. Not just getting some woman into bed, and making her do what I want for one night. Not a technique that only works with some women, but not others. Not a technique that merely affects a woman for a few days or weeks, and then she snaps out of it and resumes her dreary, problem-plagued, independent life. No. I now had the ability to exert overwhelming mind control over any woman at all, at any time, in any place. And once she slips under my control, she no longer has even the tiniest will of her own. I own her, body and soul.

I moved swiftly to complete my video editing work for the billionaire. In two weeks, I handed over to him both the raw footages from several cameras of his hours of sex with Amanda, plus a one hour edited porno movie that was nearly of Hollywood level quality, if I do say so myself. He was quite pleased.

Meanwhile, I had been keeping mental tabs on Amanda. I knew where she was and what she was doing at all times. I picked a time and place where I could arrange to run into her. That’s all it took to get my hooks in her but good.

One morning she was going shopping in an upscale supermarket. I met her in the aisle where imported delicacies were shelved. She was examining a package. I walked up unnoticed. “Excuse me” I said “can I help you find something?”

Without looking up, she began to give me the brush off. Beautiful women like Amanda were used to getting hit on all the time. “No thank you” she said.

“Are you sure?” I persisted.

Frowning, she turned to face me, intending to give me the icy bitch stare. She opened her mouth, but as soon as she saw me she stopped without saying a word. Her pretty mouth hung open in awe. I reached into her mind, grabbing all of the hooks I had so carefully placed there less than two weeks ago.

I smiled. “I can help you, can’t I?”

The buxom blonde nodded dumbly. “Yes” she said in a whisper. “Yes, you can.”

“Your name is Amanda, isn’t it?” I asked.

“Y-yes. Yes, S-Sir” she stammered.

“If you’re not busy for the next few days” I said, know that she wasn’t “why don’t you came to the mountains with me? I know you’ll have the time of your life.”

Amanda smiled like she’d won the lottery. “Oh, that would be wonderful!” she said.

“Great. Let’s go by your place so you can pack a bag” I said. “I’m already packed. We can leave as soon as you’re ready.”

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